Route Map Week 3

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[Last Week]  The Beach family, Charles, Doretta, Lela and Claude, set out from Cornwall, Ontario on October 18, 1921. This is Doretta's diary. 
Denver, Colorado, Nov. 1st. Arrived here at one P.M., after a nice drive from Colorado Springs. Weather nice, had lunch and got located. Father and Claude took car to Nash garage to have it adjusted, and we rested for the rest of the day. 
Photo: Claude Beside Memorial
Claude taking down inscription
Nov. 2nd. After a good night we had breakfast. Claude got car and we left for a sixty-four mile drive in the mountains. We went up Lookout Mountain over 8,000 ft. high, and at the summit visited Buffalo Bill's grave and museum. (His wife had just been buried there three days before). Passing several parks enroute (and saw live buffaloes and antelopes). Had lunch at Evergreens a beautiful little town in a canyon and the scenery through the canyons on the way home was indescribable. We got home about four o'clock and Claude took the car to get a new spring (not broken just weak). Father and Lela went shopping and I laid down and then to-night we went to a little opera play, but it wasn't very good.
Thursday Nov. 3rd. We started out this A.M. to see the city sights and went to the Capitol (state Gov. buildings) and to the State Museum, and to Cheesman [DPL] and City Parks [DPL]. At City Park went to the Museum of natural history [DPL] and to the city. After lunch mother wasn't well so we just loafed. I wrote letters and father and Claude went out to town. After I sent home diary, in the evening Claude and Lela went to the large auditorium where one of the largest pipe organs in the world is. To a flower show, the flowers were beautiful.
Nov. 4th. Left Denver at half past eight A.M. driving through mountains to Estes Park seventy-two miles. Had dinner and then drove through twenty-two miles of Canyon. The Big Thompson [DPL] which was wonderful beyond description and on through Spring Canyon to Laramie, Wyoming, a hundred and eighty-five miles. Estes Park is the entrance to Rocky Mountain National Park and is higher than Laramie, Wyoming. Altitude is seven thousand, one hundred and sixty-five and Estes Park seven thousand, five hundred.
Rawlins, Wyoming, Nov. 5th. Left Laramie, Wyoming about half past nine, about the same altitude all forenoon. We went through cattle ranches and farming country, and after stopping at Rock River for lunch came through some coal mines. The mine was a mile deep. Claude and father got out and went over and looked around. Then went on to some oil mines and some very large sheep ranches. We stopped and asked one shepherd that had just got his across the road driving them to a little stream to drink how many he had, and he said only a thousand, as he had sold all his lambs this morning. Sometimes they would have four thousand. It was nice to see them. Altitude here is only six thousand, four hundred. We will keep on going down now until we got to Salt Lake City. We got here about four o'clock. 
The Park Hotel, Rawlins, Wyoming. Nov. 6th. Left about half past ten and the weather was beautiful and roads fine [LH] for forty miles. The country was barren and we would go for miles without seeing a house, and not a place large enough to get a lunch, and in the afternoon the roads were the roughest we have had on our trip, and only went a hundred and fifteen miles. Stopped at Rock Springs about four o'clock in the afternoon. Lela saw an ermine and in the afternoon we saw a prairie wolf, and stopped at a little junction where there was a little store two by twice and got a box of biscuits and a tumbler of dried beef and sat in car and ate it. 
Hotel Evanston, Evanston, Wyo. Nov. 7th. Left Rock Springs about half past nine. The weather looked very much like rain or snow, but about eleven o'clock the sky cleared and the sun shone, but the wind was cold and the roads were good and scenery wonderful. One time we would be up on the hills, then down in the valleys, but very few houses. Passed coal mines and oil wells and we came along between some hills and there were what they called bubbling springs. Some of them would be twenty feet across. Father tasted them but the rest did not care much about it. Then nearby this town through a canyon getting there about half past four, only going about a hundred and sixteen miles, stopping for lunch at Lyman. 
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